The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-07-14
Jim Poulder's Mistake.

There were only two vacant seats in
the car, and at Pankehap station two
persons came in to fill them. One of
these was an old man with iron-gray
hair, partly covered by slouched felt
hat, and clad in new suit of gray stuff
that seemed to have been made for some
one else. With him was young and
pretty girl. The observer would set
down the two for well-to-do farmer
and his daughter. The man looked
around. The two vacant seats were on
opposite sides. In one sat young,
well-dressed, self-satisied sprig, the
space at his side occupied by handbag
of crocodile leather and spring over
coat. In the other was another young
man, less stylishly dressed. The farmer
looked around, and, motioning his
daughter to the vacant seat, said ::
''There's place for you, Lucy" Then,
turning to the young man with the
satchel, he asked: "Seat engaged2"
The young man looked up, curled his
lip and said: "Man to fill it III be here
presently"
"Ah!' said the farmer, cody remov-
ing the gripsack and overcoat, and plac-
ing them on the young mans lap; ''then
I'll occupy it until he comes" He seated
himself accordingly, while the young
man glared at him.
The one on the other side looked
amused; and then, rising, said: "You
had better exchange seats with me, sir,
so that the young lady and yourself will
| be together"
"Thank YOU" was the farmers reply
the exchange was made.
The two young men were evidently &C
quainted; for the courteous one said to
the other, in low voice: "Jim Poulder,
YOU made mistake there"
81 never make mistakes, Frank Boil,
ing"
The first speaker said nc in more,
but, drawing newspaper -.om his
pocket, ran his eye over its columns.
Poulder yawned little, and at last
said: This is too dull for yours faith.
fully, James Poulder I'll go into the
smoking-c car, and take a whiff."
When he had gone, the old mar
leaned over the arm of his seat toward
Boiling.
excuse me, sir, but didn't youl
friend say his name was James Poulderp
''That is his name, sir" replied the
young man; "but he is not exactly {
friend of mine though we live in thu
same place"
"May inquire where he is from?"
eyes, sir; Careysburg."
"Son of Peter B. Poulder, the porl
packer there, isn't he?"
"Yes, sir"
'His father should deal with him. l
would pc III his llne.
"oh, papa" said reproachful voice
at is fact, Lucy"
The old man entered into conversation
with the younger, and soon learned tina
Frank Boiling had been engaged 70
some time in the stndy of the law, bu
that his father having met with reverses
and having two younger daughters t
educate, the young man set out to sup
port himself, abandoning his law studies
and taking a situation as salesman at
country store in Griffton.
'My place is within mile of Griffton,
said the old man. 81 have notion tina
knew your father once. Wasn't he a
Harvard, in his time2"
Eyes, sir, and so was II
81 wonder if he remembers his oil
| chum there-one George Carter"
Eyes, sir; I've heard him speak of hil
often, though the two have drifte
apart. Judge Carter, you mean. II
lives at Gritfton. Do you know him!
'After fashion.
, 81 am told,n resumed the young mar
t "that he has left the bench, and, thoug
quite wealthy, has gone back to the bal
: have letter for him which my father
, recalling youthful friendship, insisted o
giving me; but shall Rot present it."
"Why not9 He might be of service.
Scarcely, sir"
"Your friend or your acquaintance, {
you call him, goes to Griffton, too-dot
4 he?"
eyes, sir; but he goes there in di
!. ferent capacity. believe he represent
. ! his father in some transaction abot
Il property with Judge Carter, and is
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